Bully King Became My Husband

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me, including the time I fell down the stairs at school… the little boy who called me

counters with him, and I

of times gone by,

h

s not the

kind that is completely incomprehensible. And this... everything that was happening to me at the time was just a figment of

that’

to cover my upper body, but as I did so… my hand came in

grin on his face. As I continued to look at him with my mouth slightly agape, a sense of unease

husky voice, the smile that was plastered on his l

e, and whenever he did… it seemed demonic, as if

his mouth with my hand and not allowing him to utter a single word. ‘‘Don’t yo

ression on his face suggested that he thought I w

th, which caused him to groan and point his finger at my hand. My eyes widened as the

mouth and let him talk; yet, what h

palm of his hand to determi

ked his hand away from me

hell are you doing? Why are you react

n earth wouldn't I? What gave you

g his hands up in an act of submiss

headboard of the bed and crossing both of my arms over my chest. ‘‘I know that after I fell down from that stai

king about?'’ he asked, his face scrunc

s face lit up in realization as

y idea how old you

uth. ‘‘I mean… I was just sixteen when I fell down from that staircase and then I

’’ he asked me once more, cutting me off, and I felt a warm sen

affections. Because… why not

are much for sports. The day that he assisted a girl who was having difficulty

ke a move, but he didn’t do it. So, I was the one who decided to make a move

‘‘You have the nerve to bring this up when you're the reason

sted into a grin. ‘‘You like another person,

elt the heat on my feet; consequently, I leapt to my feet and dashed off

om falling from that stairs, and now… I can’t remember anything? I can’t remember that I fell in love

et and washed my face with lukewarm water. I raised my head a

do in order to bring myself back to t

mn

forcibly removing a clean face tow

to the stairs again, will tha

a significant risk. I won't put

hen I won’t be able to see Kenny

Marcus touch me last night. I let him have

possessed me

someone e

e was manipulating me last night, and that

ich were blue and orange. I had a feeling that the orange belonged to me, so I picked it up, smeared

s ago… I was also significantly more gorgeous. In spite of the fact that I wasn't nearly as slender as I once was… my

to need glasses so that I could re

th out with water, I heard someone

w Marcus standing there in all his splendor with his broa

that orange toothbrush you're holding is yours

ile giving him the evil

sh...’’ he added. ‘‘Are you famili

at

in order to examine it, the pupils in my ey

lled out, desperately attempting to conceal my embarrassment. ‘‘I

I washed my toothbrush and rinsing my mouth while

ck where it belonged, simultaneously making a mental note to res

stated in a hush tone, but

d my lips curved into a mocking smirk sayin